THE SCENT OF SPICE AND SEA IN ZANZIBAR

Zanzibar is scent. Before it's a view, before it's a sound — it’s a smell. Clove. Cinnamon. Sea salt and sun. Stone Town wrapped around me like a warm, winding story. Narrow alleys. Wooden doors carved with secrets. Every step felt like a new chapter. Children played soccer barefoot as elders watched from shaded porches. Laughter echoed. So

Utrecht doesn’t shout for attention. It waits. Softly. Like the ring of a bicycle bell in the distance. I arrived by train from Amsterdam, expecting a smaller version of the capital — but found something more personal. More peaceful. The canals were narrower, lined with leafy trees and tucked-away cafés. Cyclists outnumbered cars by far. Ev